The Cats: A Costume Shop TFCome on, Amy, were leaving.More Like This
Amy groaned and set down her pencil. At the moment her desk contained a lamp, storage shelves, a few souvenir roller coaster snapshots, a drawing pad, and a National Geographic. The latter was open to a page with a running cheetah. The top page of the drawing pad tauntingly displayed a half-finished sketch of the cheetah, daring Amy to defy her mother and finish it, yet making fun of her predicament at the same time.
Okay, okay, Im coming. She reached for her black hoodie, hurriedly yanking her arms through the sleeves as she trotted out to the front room. Her mother and her little sister Lauren both stood there expectantly. Im ready. Lets go.
The late October air bit at Amys cheeks when they ventured outside. She didnt care much for the cold. Admittedly, she could get overheated sometimes,
Bat Costume TFClete strode on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He was feeling less than happy at the moment as he sat down at a nearby bus stop and sighed.More Like This
Tonight at work they were going to throw a big Halloween party. Everyone was invited and many people were planning to come. You didn't actually have to bring a costume to the party, but where's the fun in that?
Naturally since today was Halloween, every single costume shop was either packed so full of people it was claustrophobic, or every single costume that would fit him had been sold out.
His head fell into his hands as he sighed again thinking, why did I have to wait till today? The next bus pulled up. He began to get on…
…Only for something to catch his eye…
It was a costume shop, only it couldn't possibly be a costume shop. If it really was a costume shop, people would actually be going in and coming out. But instead, the last minute shoppers who
Your First Trip to ToreiMore Like This
Your first view of Torei from space is a bit of a disappointment, all told. You suppose you've seen realistic images before, but the picture of the planet in everyone's heads is the stylized diagram used for their celestial ensign: a grey globe circled by a green sash at the equator, black ziggurats sprouting clouds from the poles.
Whenever someone spots the image above a starport berth, wild tales fill the corridors and canteens. The Toreans have no shipyards of their own, and the sight of their flag on a second-hand haulier or cruise vessel is often the only hint that anything may be different within. You always hear one or two maintenance techs swearing oaths that they serviced it and saw a brothel of chattel slaves inside, or customs clerks confiding that one entry on the manifest is code for human cargo.
In the years you've been starfaring, you began to think of the planet itself as a bit of a tall tale in its own right. That's why you'r